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Testament in the form of a nursery rhyme




Excuse me children

I can't leave you

illustrious epigraphs

a painful life

offended by evil

show wounds

battles or martyrs

sublime examples

paid for all.


I can leave you

a street in Damascus

- boring work,

hidden, safe

dug in the dark -


and an uncertain step

curious and attentive

or a trivial evil

cured over time.


And sweet blackmail.


Balls and tricks

- the hateful past -

that I dissolve with difficulty

hidden in a song.


Other than telling you

without that - just -

do you laugh so much?


Without that sounds

this my saying, pride?

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